Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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(what happened)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Im doin’ pretty good, happy to hear you’re doin okay.*
*And does anyone want to role play?*
*Sure, sounds fun!*
The Seer is scheming out in the woods.
Traitor is inside the Inn, plotting something out on paper over a small cup of what smells like chamomile tea.
KK is at a table outside the Inn, listening to the radio while sketching something in a notepad.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They hear the sound of a heavy crossbow thunking against wood.
A man wrapped in heavy chains walks into the Inn, or more accurately stumbles weakly, the Abomination unable to hold his steps well.
She turns to look at where the sound came from, not showing a hint of fear.
Traitor stands up and heads over to him, their general body language seeming more tense. "Are you okay?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*The D&D children wish to talk about Mcdonalds.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
no
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
They see in the distance that there is an Arbalest, practicing their shooting, accurate and precise.
They looks up to them, stepping away slightly “I am okay, you shouldn’t be near me, it’s not safe.” They have cuts and bruises all over, but they heal surprisingly fast.
*Yes, we must talk about McDonalds.*
*Makes sense. As Election Day comes nearer and nearer, many will, of course, want to talk about Mayor McCheese’s controversial stance on reproductive rights.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(lol)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She appears over by them, grinning madly. "Be careful where you aim that. We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, now, would we?"
She takes a couple steps back, taking note of his rapid healing. "I don't believe we've met before. What's your name?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She doesn’t look to them, continuing to shoot bolts into trees “If you get in front of me, I would blame you for getting shot.” She says, her eyes focused.
The wounds soon close up and bruises heal “I’m Jason, it’s nice to meet you.” He does as much of a bow as he can with the chains on.
"Oh, it's not my own safety I'm worried about. Moving swiftly on, what brings you to my forest? Or just target practice?"
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. I am known as the Eyeless Traitor, though I also go by 'Eyeless', 'Traitor', 'monster', 'what is that thing'. 'get the broom it's on the porch again'... Truly an honor to have so many titles!" Hey light 'eyes' hold a smile the void that is her face cannot convey.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“Target practice, I also have a small shack out here where I live alone.” She shoots into another tree, splintering the wood with ease.
He smiles brightly at the joking demeanor “Haha, I suppose we are alike in that way.” His eyes flash a feral yellow before he shakes his head, clearing the eyes “I’m not exactly accepted for my… appearance either.”
"Interesting. You seem like you've grown quite skilled in that regard."
"I'm still kind of adjusting to some things- I'll admit, I'm starting to miss being able to easily open doors." She gestures to her long metal claws. "Great for revenge, but not for too much else."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Cut*
“I could be better, so I practice every day, and the more I train the better I get, I’ll never be perfect.” She moves with expert speed, reloading in seconds.
He nods and chuckles a bit “That’s true, the claws and immense durability are nice, as well as the healing, but outside of those being an Abomination isn’t what I would have wanted, but what I was stuck with.” He sighs.
*Hello Wendigo.*